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Trying out the spell: take two.
Grayson put his wand away and rubbed his hands against each other. If he couldn't roll up his sleeves and LOOK like he was ready to fight it out with the dummy with this spell, he could at least act like it. And he needed a bit of inner warmth for this. Really pump himself up for this little task. Confidence and whatnot. And inner willpower. He had a LOT of both of those inside of him.
Ready? READY.
The fifteen year old took out his wand -- with a little bit more flourish than he ought to -- and pointed it over towards the dummy. The rope was going to come out of his wand, wrap itself around the dummy and then the dummy really WAS going to come towards him, mkay? He was going to MAKE it happen. "Carpe Retractum!" he called, moving his wand in a whip-like motion.
AND THERE WAS A ROPE! A ROPE! YEEEEEEEEEEEE--
............... What? WHAT?!
Grayson, who had been ALL too ready to celebrate his victory, deadpanned as the rope flew halfway towards the dummy and then hung limply from the end of his wand. He even tried to bring it back and whip it towards the dummy again but before he could do more than pull his wand back a little, the rope............. went away. Fizzled. Died. It was just GONE and never to be seen again.
This was freaking ridiculous.
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